In case you didn’t know, I recently took some time off from blogging to quit smoking. During the first few weeks, nicotine withdrawal made it hard to concentrate and that made it hard to write, so I just decided I wouldn’t.
Now that the smoke has cleared, my thoughts have too. I’m no longer having visions of blogicide. Mildly Creative lives to see another day.
As a result, this blog will be different than what I first imagined, and that’s all I want to say about it. I’d rather just do whatever I’m going to do and avoid making promises I might not keep.
The pre-smokefree me would have done the opposite.
Yeah, that’s right. I’m blaming all my past half-baked plans and promises on the nicotine. I wonder what I’ll blame the future ones on?
I am pecking out a poem on the latest device.
My pens are relieved and resting in a mug,
a ceramic souvenir I obtained
on a trip to Santa Fe.
No ink will be spilled and they will not be discarded.
The pencils, their equally grateful sisters,
will not be worn down or have their pink bottoms ground
against the errant markings I so frequently make,
careless and random and nondirectional.
The paper, too, is happy,
working on its tan beneath the halogen lamp
I forgot to switch off before I stumbled into bed
with my iPad in my hand.
